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Jun 2016
My body's on the chair.
The balloon's tied to the lamp.
It wavers and spins. There's a smell,
I'll admit, and the flies have
already left and been.
The small world outside
continues, no need of my
permission. The bluebirds,
the children, the dozersβ€”
I listen. No dreams,
no memories, no love,
no hate, no suffering,
no pleasure, no propagate.
JJ Hutton
Written by
JJ Hutton  Colorado Springs, CO, USA
(Colorado Springs, CO, USA)   
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   Drew Brinckerhoff, Rapunzoll, --- and ---
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